| I don’t know you to wear a hat
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| But I came home late and there it sat
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| You rose to show what hats are for
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| When living through a civil war
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| When living through a civil war
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| Christmas mornings and New Years Days
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| They flood with dreams and drift away
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| They cling to logs and cupboard doors
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| Riding out this civil war
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| Riding out this civil war
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| Some fighters came and pitched a tent
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| And everyone around here, we went
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| The fix was in, but we bet and we swore
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| From both sides of a civil war…
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| We build this up and we knock this down
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| We call our little mob a town
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| We nail a sign up above the door
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| «God bless our little civil war,»
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| «God bless our little civil war»
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| Three dogs at a party an a boat at night
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| Play checkers in a lantern light
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| They sing a song out to the shore
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| Of women, gold, and civil war…
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| Every truth carries blame
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| And every light reveals some shame
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| Progress rides with thieves and whores
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| The stowaways of civil war
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| The stowaways of civil war |